Wallace Stevens Quotes

One poem proves another and the whole, For the clairvoyant men that need no proof: The lover, the believer and the poet. Their words are chosen out of their desire, The joy of language, when it is themselves.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "A Primitive Like an Orb."
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Already the new-born children interpret love In the voices of mothers.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "In the Carolinas."
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One's ignorance is one's chief asset.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Opus Posthumous, "Adagia," (1959).
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If her horny feet protrude, they come To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. The Emperor of Ice-Cream (l. 13-14). . . Collected Poems [Stevie Smith]. James MacGibbon, ed. (1976) New Directions.
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Words add to the senses. The words for the dazzle Of mica, the dithering of grass, The Arachne integument of dead trees, Are the eye grown larger, more intense.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Variations on a Summer Day."
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Only the rich remember the past, The strawberries once in the Apennines, Philadelphia that the spiders ate.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "Arcades of Philadelphia the Past."
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When I think of our lands I think of the house And the table that holds a platter of pears, Vermilion smeared over green, arranged for show.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "In the Clear Season of Grapes."
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Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Opus Posthumous, "Adagia," (1959).
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The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Emperor of Ice-Cream," Harmonium (1923).
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At twelve, the disintegration of afternoon Began, the return to phantomerei, if not To phantoms. Till then, it had been the other way: One imagined the violet trees but the trees stood green, At twelve, as green as ever they would be. The sky was blue beyond the vaultiest phrase.
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "What We See Is What We Think."
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